Carly s Story Chpt 5 Saturday Is A Work Night Too
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Carly's Story Chpt. 4 Friday Night Lights free porn video
CARLY'S STORY
Chpt. 4
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
Friday had arrived. In one short week, my life had been changed
completely. From a fairly masculine, self assured player, to a
subservient sissy cock slut. A deranged group of sex freaks had taken
over everything in my life. I was under their control until they tired of
me. They had access to all my accounts, knew everyone I knew, and I had
to do anything they said. Raven, who seemed to like me, shared with me
that whatever the Doctor learned about me made Angel very happy, but that
it might mean they would be interested in me for longer. I could only
hope not. I already had no clue how this was supposed to work when I went
back to work on Monday. Ravon only said, "Angel will talk to you whenever
she feels like it."
And tonight would be my first night working at the Ramrod Club as their
sissy whore, taking all cumers whichever way they were willing to pay
for, all night tonight and then again, all night Saturday night. The
Ramrod stayed open until three AM.
The day began with a hair removal, and then a "cleanout." I was to be on
a strict diet now, and it would be stricter on "working" days. I was
reminded sternly about my situation, and why I would serve them as
specified. I was advised that I would be taking myself to and from the
club, for more complete humiliation, but that I would be followed and if
I attempted escape, would be captured and my testicles removed. Along
with days and days of beatings and torture. They really had me "by the
balls," and so I would comply. For now.
I had come a long way in one week, learning how to wear sexy clothes and
walk, what men wanted from my ass and mouth, how to make them moan with
pleasure. For tonight it was black. Black everything, from panties to
neck collar. My penis and balls were unlocked for work, because men might
want to play with or hurt them. I was to walk into the front door
unescorted at seven PM, and serve until four AM. I must call a cab to get
there, and to return. I would be dropped about 15 minutes away by foot
for a "walk of shame." I would be given no house key but must ring the
bell and knock on the front door until admitted. All for complete
humiliation. I would again have a rope with a hangman's noose affixed to
my balls, visibly hanging out from under my skirt. I was not to loosen or
untie it at all, no matter what. Somehow I had managed to put the weekend
and the Ramrod out of my mind, but it all came back now. I was scared to
death. Hunter, Rick and Ruby would be there, taking money and overlooking
the action. One or all of them would follow me to and from the club in
case I got second thoughts.
Six thirty arrived and I had to call for a cab at seven forty five to go.
That wasn't bad. I sat with Rick and Raven trying to watch TV until the
time came, and the doorbell rang. Rick looked up and said, "Go make us
some money bitch," and went back to the TV. I arose on shaky feet and
opened the door. The cabbie, a guy about fifty 'ith a four day beard
said, you call for a ride? I nodded, and he said "to the Ramrod Club?"
looking me up and down. I nodded miserably again and he said "ok, lets
go." I looked back but no one was paying attention, and followed the
cabbie down the walkway with all the front lights on, to the cab, and got
inside. It occured to me that it was the first time I ever went out
dressed. We rode in silence for a few minutes and the cabbie said "You
sure you wanna go to the Ramrod dressed like that? They gonna tear you
up." I just nodded again. "You ain't a girl, are you?" I just looked at
my lap. He said, "I'm glad I ain't you tonite," and said no more until we
arrived. "That'll be thirty bucks." I gave him thirty five and got out
while he pulled away.
Leaving me on MLK Boulevard dressed like a slut about to go into the
Ramrod Club. No option. I could call the police but they'd get me before
anyone got there. Even if they didn't they can take all my money and
destroy everything in my life. Who'd believe this story anyway? Best to
acquiesce, and go along until a real chance presented itself, or they
tired of me. Then I might return to normal. So I walked up to the door on
high heel stilettos, opened the door, and went into the darkness.
A bouncer I didn't recognize did a double take at me, but let me pass
saying only, "Nice ass baby." Hunter appeared from nowhere and taking my
rope, pulled me to the right, though a door I had not noticed before,
into another theater. He said, "You will satisfy all the paying customers
first, before we give you to the main room." He whistled loudly, and
announced, "Hey guys, Carly's here." And as my eyes adjusted, I realized
there must be 20 men in the room. "Go on whore, make Angel some money,"
and pointed me to the center of the theater, which was a space in the
middle of a lot of seats, all facing that space.
He handed my rope to the first man there, a burly trucker type, who gave
it a painful yank as he led me to the center. Hands began to run all over
me, too many to count, and the weekend before, with all its horror, came
flooding back to memory. No matter, too late. Someone pulled a chair into
the center, I was bent over it with agonizing rope yanks, my panties were
pulled down, a cock blasted into me, tearing me again, while my face was
pulled up to be stuffed with a throbbing cock. For a couple hours, I was
fucked and stuffed this way. I was put on my back on an overturned chair
and fucked upside down, somebody pissed in my mouth and I choked on it,
my balls were kicked a couple times., They were otherwise abused too:
pulled, and squeezed, punched a couple times. I lost feeling there again.
I was held upright on different laps, ass getting pounded so deep it felt
like they were hitting bones and splitting me open. With my legs spread
wide impaled upon a thrusting cock there was no protection from how deep
or hard they went.
I more or less gradually became aware that the action had ceased, and sat
up as Hunter approached. "Ok Carly, you did ok. Now you go to the low
ballers in the main theater." He led me back to the theater from last
week, where a motley assortment of freaks, old guys and perverts were
having it off. "Remember Carly, please them all, This is PR work. Nothing
but good reports for Angel, or it will be bad for you. Understand?"
"Free sissy ass gentlemen," Hunter called, and they swarmed to me, pulled
my testicle rope to lead me into the main seating, and it began all over
again for me. Forever it went on again. It seemed they all wanted
seconds. Finally they all tired. Near the end, a man fisted me, something
I was hoping to avoid, and I cried at the pain of it. At the end, sitting
with my bare destroyed ass on the floor, in the piss and cum and dirt,
Hunter, Rick and ruby approached me. "You're done for the night Carly,
time to go home. We're not taking you, you'll use a cab like before."
It took me a long time to be able to stand up and walk. Seems that after
30 or 40 guys fucking your ass, its real hard to walk. Resigned, I made
my way to the door and out onto MLK, where I was greeted with catcalls
and comments, like "faggott, cocksucker," and the like. The cab was
waiting, and I made my way over and climbed in gratefully.To find the
same cabbie that dropped me off. Hunter hadf only given me $20 for the
ride, and I knew it took $30 for the ride, plus tip. I told the cabbie,
and he grinned and said we could work something out. About 15 minutes
into the ride, the cabbie pulled over and said, time to pay up on the
difference. I knew what he meant, so I went around and got in the front
seat. I sucked his member into my warm mouth and began to feel him
respond. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down into his pubic
hair. After a couple minutes of this I felt him swell and his cum
squirted into my mouth, which I swallowed.
After about 10 minutes of travel, he pulled over again and said, "This is
as far as I take you." But I'm not home yet! "You're about 10 or 20
minutes walking time from your house, and I have specific instructions to
drop you here. Start walking." With nothing else to do, I got out and
began walking home. It was very close to dawn and I prayed I might make
it before morning light.
It remained dark for me, it was still early. I realized I couldn't go on
with the heels on, so I took them off and carried them. The walk of
shame. My dress was rumpled and covered with cum, as was the rest of me.
My stockings were torn. There was cum dried in my hair and on my face. A
couple cars passed, and an oncoming one bathed me in bright lights for
what seemed forever. The driver honked as he went past me. A car
delivering newspapers slowed to stare and then toss papers on selected
driveways. A dog barked as I slunk by.
Eventually I arrived at my house. I rang the doorbell several times and
nothing happened. I knocked lightly on the front door, fearing to draw
attention, but no one stirred and I had to knock loudly several times
nervously peering over my shoulder. Finally the front lights came on,
illuminating me in front of anyone who happened to look in my shameful
state. I gushed, "Oh thank God," as Rick opened the front door, but he
blocked my entry and said "fetch the morning paper bitch." One look at
him told me he meant it, so as my next door neighbors light came on I
limped to the end of my driveway and fetched the paper for Rick as I was
told. Like a good little girl. He made me wait for a minute at the door
before finally allowing me entry.
"Clean your disgusting self up cocksucker, and get ready for bed."
Obediently I did as I was told, showering and washing with the perfumed
soap and shampoo that was all that is available in my bathroom now. As I
dried, Raven came in with some clothes. "Put your dirty stuff there in a
pile, and put this on Carly. Tomorrow I will teach you to do laundry
properly. She gave me a pink teddy and panties, pink knee high stockings,
and a pair of pink heels. I said, "Heels? I'm going to bed." She simply
looked at me, and I put on the assembly. She had me sit on the edge of my
bed while she put on a pink plastic chastity cage. Saying, "Open up
Carly," she put a pink ball gag in my mouth and fastened it securely with
the strap under my hair. My eyes widened at the size of the pink butt
plug with a three foot long tail she presented but I rolled over and
presented my anus to her. She swiftly defeated my defenses and pushed the
plug fully into my rectum, and the pain was intense so I cried a bit.
"Here is some salve for your asshole. Work it all around, and around the
stem of the plug too. That's your money maker, and you better take care
of it. It's Angels." Then Raven guided me onto my back on the bed,
produced a pair of pink fur lined cuffs, and cuffed my hands over my head
to the bed frame. At my door she said, "Get some sleep, tomorrow's
another work night Carly. Sweet sissy cumslut dreams my little fuck boi
gurl friend. Tomorrow when I wake you up you'll be eating my asshole for
breakfast. Night now." She left the lights on as she departed. I sniffled
and sighed. I was so tired and beat up. And sore. Ravens asshole in the
morning was the picture fixed in my mind. I hoped it wasn't dirty.
At least it would be better than some of the things I had been obliged to
do with some of the horrid men at the Ramrod tonight.
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